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Rom. Pink for flower.
Rom. Why, then is my pump well flowered. Mer. Well said: Follow me this jest now, till thou hast worn out thy pump; that, when the single sole of it is worn, the jest may remain, after the wearing, solely singular.
Rom. O single-soled jest, solely singular for the singleness! [wits fail. Mer. Come between us, good Benvolio; my Rom. Switch and spurs, switch and spurs; or I'll cry a match.
Mer. Nay, if thy wits run the wild-goose chase, I have done; for thou hast more of the wild-goose in one of thy wits, than, I am sure, I have in my whole five: Was I with you there for the goose? Rom. Thou wast never with me for any thing, when thou wast not there for the goose.
Mer. I will bite thee by the ear for that jest.
Rom. Nay, good goose, bite not. Mer. Thy wit is a very bitter sweeting; it is a most sharp sauce. [goose?
Rom. And is it not well served in to a sweet Mer. O, here's a wit of cheverel, that stretches from an inch narrow to an ell broad!
Rom. I stretch it out for that word-broad: which added to the goose, proves thee far and wide a broad goose.
Mer. Why, is not this better now than groaning for love? now art thou sociable, now art thou Romeo; now art thou what thou art, by art as well as by nature for this drivelling love is like a great natural, than runs lolling up and down to hide his banble in a hole. Ben. Stop there, stop there. [the hair. Mer. Thou desirest me to stop in my tale against Ben. Thou would'st else have made thy tale large. Mer. O, thou art deceived, I would have made it short: for I was come to the whole depth of my tale: and meant, indeed, to occupy the argument no longer.
Rom. Here's goodly geer!
Enter Nurse and PETER.
Mer. A sail, a sail, a sail!
Ben. Two, two; a shirt, and a smock. Nurse. Peter!
Nurse. My fan, Peter.
Mer. Pr'ythee, do, good Peter, to hide her face; for her fan's the fairer of the two.
Nurse. God ye good morrow, gentlemen.
Mer. 'Tis no less, I tell you; for the bawdy hand of the dial is now upon the prick of noon.
Nurse. Out upon you! what a man are you? Rom. One, gentlewoman, that God hath made himself to mar.
Nurse. By my troth, it is well said;-For himself to mar, quoth'a ?-Gentlemen, oan any of you tell me where I may find the young Romeo?
Rom. I can tell you; but young Romeo will be older when you have found him, than he was when you sought him: I am the youngest of that name, for 'fault of a worse.
Nurse. You say well.
Mer. Yea, is the worst well? very well took, 'faith; wisely, wisely. Nurse. If you be be, sir, I desire some confidence with you.
Ben. She will indite him to some supper.
Mer. No hare, sir; unless a hare, sir, in a lenten spie, that is something stale and hoar ere it be spent.
An old hare hoar, And an old hare hoar,
Pet. I saw no man use you at his pleasure; if I had, my weapon should quickly have been out, I warrant you: I dare draw as soon as another man, if I see occasion in a good quarrel, and the law on my side.
Nurse. Now, afore God, I am so vexed, that every part about me quivers. Scurvy knave!Pray you, sir, a word: and as I told you, my young lady bade inquire you out; what she bade me say, I will keep to myself: but first let me tell ye, if ye should lead her into a fool's paradise, as they say, it were a very gross kind of behaviour, as they say: for the gentlewoman is young; and, therefore, if you should deal double with her, truly, it were an ill thing to be offered to any gentlewoman, and very weak dealing.
Rom. Nurse, commend me to thy lady and mistress. I protest unto thee,
Nurse. Good heart! and, i'faith, I will tell her as much: Lord, lord, she will be a joyful woman. Rom. What wilt thou tell her, nurse? thou dost not mark me.
Nurse. I will tell her, sir-that you do protest; which, as I take it, is a gentlemanlike offer.
Rom. Bid her devise some means to come to This afternoon; [shrift And there she shall, at friar Laurence' cell Be shriv'd, and married. Here is for thy pains. Nurse. No, truly, sir; not a penny. Rom. Go to; I say, you shall.
Nurse. This afternoon, sir? well, she shall be there. [wall: Rom. And stay, good nurse, behind the abbeyWithin this hour my man shall be with thee; And bring thee cords made like a tackled stair: Which to the high top-gallant of my joy Must be my convoy in the secret night. Farewell!-Be trusty, and I'll quit thy pains. Farewell!-Commend me to thy mistress. Nurse. Now God in heaven bless thee!-Hark you, sir.
Rom. What say'st thou, my dear nurse? Nurse. Is your man secret? Did you ne'er hear say
Two may keep counsel, putting one away?
Rom. I warrant thee; my man's as true as steel. Nurse. Well, sir; my mistress is the sweetest lady-Lord, lord!-when 'twas a little prating thing,-0.-there's a nobleman in town, one Paris, that would fain lay knife aboard; but she, good soul, had as lieve see a toad, a very toad, as see him. I anger her sometimes, and tell her that Paris is the properer man; but, I'll warrant you, when I say so, she looks as pale as any clout in the varsal world. Doth not rosemary and Romeo begin both with a letter?
Rom. Ay, nurse; What of that? both with an R. | And, I warrant, a virtuous:-Where is your me Nurse. Ah, mocker! that's the dog's name. R. is for the dog. No; I know it begins with some other letter: and she hath the prettiest sententious of it, of you and rosemary, that it would do you good to hear it.
Rom. Commend me to thy lady.
Nurse. Ay, a thousand times.-Peter!
Nurse. Peter, take my fan, and go before.
SCENE V.-Capulet's Garden.
Jul. The clock struck nine, when I did send the nurse;
In half an hour she promis'd to return.
But old folks, many feign as they were dead; Unwieldy, slow, heavy and pale as lead.
Enter Nurse and PETER.
O God, she comes!-O honey nurse, what news? Hast thou met with him? Send thy man away. Nurse. Peter, stay at the gate. [Exit Peter. Jul. Now, good sweet nurse,-O`lord! why look'st thou sad?
Though news be sad, yet tell them merrily;
Nurse. i am aweary, give me leave a while;Fy, how my bones ache! What a jaunt have I had! Jul. I would, thou hadst my bones, and I thy [speak. Nay, come, I pray thee, speak ;-good, good nurse, Nurse. Jesu, what haste? can you not stay awhile?
Do you not see, that I am out of breath?
To say to me that thou art out of breath?
Nurse. Well, you have made a simple choice; you know not how to choose a man: Romeo! no, not he; though his face be better than any man's, yet his leg excels all men's; and for a hand, and a foot, and a body,-though they be not to be talked ou, yet they are past compare: He is not the flower of courtesy, but, I'll warrant him, as gentle as a lamb.-Go thy ways, wench; serve God:-What, have you dined at home?
Jul. No, no: But all this did I know before: What says he of our marriage? what of that? Nurse. Lord, how my head aches! what a head
It beats as it would fall in twenty pieces.
Jul. I'faith, I am sorry that thou art not well: Sweet, sweet, sweet nurse, tell me, what says my love?
Nurse. Your love says like an honest gentleman, And a courteous, and a kind, and a handsome,
Jul. Where is my mother?-why, she is withir Where should she be? How oddly thon reply's! Your love says like an honest gentleman,— Where is your mother? Nurse. O, God's lady dear! Are you so hot? Marry, come up, I trow; Is this the poultice for my aching bones? Henceforward do your messages yourself. Jul. Here's such a coil;-Come, what s Romeo? [day!
Nurse. Have you got leave to go to shritte Jul. I have.
Nurse. Then hie you hence to friar Laurace There stays a husband to make you a wife: Now comes the wanton blood up in your cheeks, They'll be in scarlet straight at any news. To fetch a ladder, by the which your love Hie you to church; I must another way, Must climb a bird's nest soon, when it is dark: I am the drudge, and toil in your delight; But you shall bear the burden soon at night. Go, I'll to dinner; hie you to the cell. Jul. Hie to high fortune!-honest nurse, fire well. [Exeunt.
SCENE VI.-Friar Laurence's Cell.
Enter Friar LAURENCE and ROMEO. Fri. So smile the heavens upon this holy act, That after-hours with sorrow chide us not!
Rom. Amen, amen! but come what sorrow can It cannot countervail the exchange of joy, That one short minute gives me in her sight: Do thou but close our hands with holy words, Then love-devouring death do what he dare, It is enough I may but call her mine.
Fri. These violent delights have violent ends. And in their triumph die; like fire and powder, Which, as they kiss, consume: The sweetest box? Is loathsome in his own deliciousness, And in the taste confounds the appetite : Therefore, love moderately; long love doth so, Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow. Enter JULIET. Will ne'er wear out the everlasting flint: Here comes the lady ;-O, so light a foot A lover may bestride the gossamers, That idle in the wanton summer air, And yet not fall; so light is vanity.
Jul. Good even to my ghostly confessor. Fri. Romeo shall thank thee, daughter, for [mac Jul. As much to him, else are his thanks t Rom. Ah, Juliet, if the measure of thy joy Be heap'd like mine, and that thy skill be more To blazon it, then sweeten with thy breath
This neighbour air, and let rich music's tongue Unfold the imagin'd happiness, that both Receive in either by this dear encounter.
Jul. Conceit, more rich in matter than in word
Brags of his substance, not of ornament:
For, by your leaves, you shall not stay alone.
SCENE I-A public Place.
Enter MERCUTIO, BENVOLIO, Page, and Servant
Mer. Nay, an there were two such, we should have none shortly, for one would kill the other. Thou! why, thou wilt quarrel with a man that hath a hair more, or a hair less, in his beard, than thou hast. Thou wilt quarrel with a man for cracking nuts, having no other reason but because thou hast hazel eyes: What eye, but such an eye, would spy out such a quarrel? Thy head is as full of quarrels, as an egg is full of meat; and yet thy head hath been beaten as addle as an egg, for quarrelling. Thou hast quarrelled with a man for coughing in the street, because he hath wakened thy dog that bath lain asleep in the sun. Didst thou not fall out with a tailor, for wearing his new doublet be#fore Easter? with another, for tying his new shoes 4 with old ribband? and yet thou wilt tutor me from quarrelling!
when he enters the confines of a tavern, claps me his sword upon the table, and says, God send me no need of thee! and, by the operation of the second cup, draws it on the drawer, when, indeed, there is no need.
Ben. Am I like such a fellow?
Mer. Come, come, thou art as hot a Jack in thy mood as any in Italy: and as soon moved to be moody, and as soon moody to be moved. Ben. And what to?
Ben. An I were so apt to quarrel as thou art, any man should buy the fee-simple of my life for an hour and a quarter.
Mer. The fee-simple? O simple!
I will not budge for no man's pleasure, I.
Tyb. Well, peace be with you, sir! here comes
Mer. But I'll be hanged, sir, if he wear your
Enter TYBALT, and others.
Ben. By my head, here come the Capulets.
Tyb. Follow me close, for I will speak to them.
Ben. We talk here in the public haunt of men :
Mer. Men's eyes were made to look, and let This but begins the woe, others must end.
Rom. Tybalt, the reason that I have to love thee
Tyb. Boy, this shall not excuse the injuries
as you shall use me hereafter, dry-beat the rest of
Mer. O calm, dishonourable, vile submission!
Tyb. What would'st thou have with ine? Mer. Good king of cats, nothing, but one of your nine lives; that I mean to make bold withal, and,
Beat down their weapons:-Gentlemen, for shame,
A plague o' both the houses!-I am sped:-
Where is my page ?-Go, villain, fetch a surgeon. [Exit Page. Rom. Courage, man; the hurt cannot be much. Mer. No, 'tis not so deep as a well, nor so wide as a church-door; but 'tis enough, 'twill serve: ask for me to-morrow, and you shall find me a grave man. I am peppered, I warrant, for this world:A plague o' both your houses!-'Zounds, a dog, à rat, a mouse, a cat, to scratch a man to death! a braggart, a rogue, a villain, that fights by the book of arithmetic!-Why, the devil came you between us? I was hurt under your arm.
Rom. I thought all for the best.
Mer. Help me into some house, Benvolio,
Ben. O Romeo, Romeo, brave Mercutio's dead;
Rom. This day's black fate on more days doth
Ben. Here comes the Furious Tybalt back again.
This shall determine that.
Ben. Romeo, away, be gone!
Why dost thou stay? [Exit Romeo.
Enter Citizens, &c.
1 Cit. Which way ran he, that kill'd Mercutio? Tybalt, that murderer, which way ran he? Ben. There lies that Tybalt.
1 Cit. Up, sir, go with me; I charge thee in the prince's name, obey.
Prin. Benvolio, who began this bloody fray? Ben. Tybalt, here slain, whom Romeo's hand did slay;
Romeo that spoke him fair, bade him bethink
Could not take truce with the unruly spleen
La. Cap. He is a kinsman to the Montague, Affection makes him false, he speaks not true: Some twenty of them fought in this black strife, And all those twenty could but kill one life: I beg for justice, which thou, prince, must give; Romeo slew Tybalt, Romeo must not live.
Prin. Romeo slew him, he slew Mercutio; Who now the price of his dear blood doth owe? Mon. Not Romeo, prince, he was Mercutio's friend;
His fault concludes but, what the law should end, The life of Tybalt.
But I'll amerce you with so strong a fine,
SCENE II-A Room in Capulet's House. Enter JULIET.
Jul. Gallop apace, you fiery-footed steeds, Towards Phoebus' mansion; such a waggoner As Phaeton would whip you to the west, And bring in cloudy night immediately.Spread thy close curtain, love-performing night! That run-away's eyes may wink; and Romeo Leap to these arms, untalk'd of, and unseen!— Lovers can see to do their amorous rites By their own beauties: or, if love be blind,* It best agrees with night.-Come, civil night, Thou sober-suited matron, all in black,
And learn me how to lose a winning match,
For thou wilt lie upon the wings of night
Give me my Romeo: and, when he shall die,
Enter Nurse, with cords.
And she brings news; and every tongue that speaks
This torture should be roar'd in dismal hell.
Nurse. I saw the wound, I saw it with mine eyes,—
To prison, eyes! ne'er look on liberty!
Vile earth, to earth resign; end motion here;
Jul. What storm is this, that blows so contrary Is Romeo slaughter'd; and is Tybalt dead? My dear-lov'd cousin, and my dearer lord?— Then, dreadful trumpet, sound the general doom! For who is living, if those two are gone?
Nurse. Tybalt is gone, and Romeo banish'd; Romeo that kill'd him, he is banished.
Jul. O God!-did Romeo's hand shed Tybalt's blood?
Nurse. It did, it did; alas the day! it did. Jul. O serpent heart, hid with a flowering face! Did ever dragon keep so fair a cave? Beautiful tyrant, fiend angelical! Dove-feather'd raven! wolvish-ravening lamb! Despised substance of divinest shew! Just opposite to what thou justly seem'st, A damned saint, an honourable villain!—
=0, nature! what hadst thou to do in hell,
There's no trust,
Ah, where's my man? give me some aqua vitæ :—
Blister'd be thy tongue, For such a wish! he was not born to shame : Upon his brow shame is asham'd to sit; For 'tis a throne where honour may be crown'd Sole monarch of the universal earth.
O, what a beast was I to chide at him!
Nurse. Will you speak well of him that kill'd your cousin?
Jul. Shall I speak ill of him that is my husband? Ah, poor my lord, what tongue shall smooth thy
When I, thy three-hours' wife, have mangled it?
All this is comfort; Wherefore weep I then?
Where is my father, and my mother, nurse?
Nurse. Weeping and wailing over Tybalt's corse:
When theirs are dry, for Romeo's banishment.
Nurse. Hie to your chamber: I'll find Romeo To comfort you:-I wot well where he is. Hark ye, your Romeo will be here at night; I'll to him; he is hid at Laurence' cell.
Jul. O find him! give this ring to my true knight, And bid him come to take his last farewell. [Exeunt.
SCENE III.-Friar Laurence's Cell. Enter Friar LAURENCE and ROMEO. Fri. Romeo, come forth; come forth, thou fearful
Affliction is enamour'd of thy parts,
Bom, Father, what news? what is the prince's
What sorrow craves acquaintance at my hand,
Rom. What less than dooms-day is the prince's doom?
Fri. A gentler judgment vanish'd from his lips, Not body's death, but body's banishment.
Rom. Ha! banishment? be merciful, say-death: For exile hath more terror in his look, Much more than death: do not say-banishment. Fri. Hence from Verona art thou banished: Be patient, for the world is broad and wide.
Rom. There is no world without Verona walls, But purgatory, torture, hell itself. Hence-banished is banish'd from the world, And world's exile is death:-then banishment Is death mis-term'd calling death-banishment, Thou cut'st my head off with a golden axe, And smil'st upon the stroke that murders me.
Fri. O deadly sin! O rude unthankfulness! Thy fault our law calls death; but the kind prince, Taking thy part, hath rush'd aside the law, And turn'd that black word death to banishment: This is dear mercy, and thou seest it not.
Rom. 'Tis torture, and not mercy: heaven is here,
Where Juliet lives; and every cat, and dog,
O friar, the damned use that word in hell;
Fri. Thou fond mad man, hear me but speak a word.
Rom. O thou wilt speak again of banishment. Fri. I'll give thee armour to keep off that word; Adversity's sweet milk, philosophy, To comfort thee, though thou art banished. Rom. Yet banished?-hang up philosophy? Unless philosophy can make a Juliet, Displant a town, reverse a prince's doom; It helps not, it prevails not, talk no more. Fri. O, then I see, that madmen have no ears. Rom. How should they, when that wise men have no eyes?
Fri. Let me dispute with thee of thy estate. Rom. Thou canst not speak of what thou dost not feel:
Wert thou as young as I, Juliet thy love,
And fall upon the ground, as I do now,
Fri. Arise; one knocks; good Romeo, hide thy-
Mist-like, infold me from the search of eyes.